Michael Wise - Old Chiron - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Old Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil Achilles,
 I'll tell you, young gentleman, what the Fate's will is: 
 you my boy, must go, the Gods will have it so, 
 to the siege of Troy, thence never to return to Greece again, 
 but before those walls to be slain.
 Let not your noble courage be cast down, 
 but all the while you lie before the town, 
 drink, all the while drink, 
 all the while you lie before the town, 
 drink and drive care away, drink and be merry, 
 you'll ne'er go the sooner to the Stygean ferry.